After walking for a while, Lu Ye thought for a while, took out a mask from the storage space and put it on his face, and put away his Panshan knife.

Xia Qianqian turned her head to look, only to see a white-faced fox with a sharp mouth and hanging eyes, and thick eyeshadow under her eyelids. She couldn't help but rolled her eyes, but thinking of all the rumors she heard from Pang Panghai before, how do you like Lu Ye? The approach is understandable again.

Ordinary monks who are promoted from the Lingxi battlefield to the Yunhe battlefield do not receive much attention, even the top of the Lingxi list is no exception. After all, on the Lingxi battlefield, a top of the Lingxi list will be born every few months, accumulated over the years , I don't know how many people are at the top of Lingxi.

But the top of Lingxi list is also different from the top of Lingxi list. The leaf of extermination, the three disasters of Lingxi, the top of Lingxi list who can achieve such a name is destined to be remembered by the Wanmo Ridge. Once the real identity is exposed, it is very likely that There will be various targets.

As for Lu Ye putting away the Panshan knife, Xia Qianqian naturally knew what he was planning, which she liked to hear.

Suddenly, a stream of light shot up into the sky from below, approaching the two of them.

Xia Qianqian said: "My own people."

Soon, that person came to the front. He was a burly and strong man. Looking at his muscular appearance, one could tell that he was a physical cultivator. Judging from the spiritual power fluctuations of this physical cultivation, the other party was a fifth-layer Yunhe. territory.

It seemed that this was another helper Xia Qianqian had found, and she had been waiting for her outside.

When the body repairer approached, he clasped his fists at Xia Qianqian and saluted, "Senior Sister Xia."

Xia Qianqian nodded slightly.

Ti Xiu looked at Lu Ye again. Although it was strange that Lu Ye was still wearing a fox mask in broad daylight, as if he was sneaking around like he couldn't see anyone, but a third-level cloud river naturally didn't deserve his attention.

The group of three continued to move forward, and Xia Qianqian sent a message to go out together.

Two hours later, under the leadership of Xia Qianqian, the three of them fell towards a spiritual peak, and only after they got down, three figures greeted them nearby.

Two men and one woman are Xia Qianqian's fellow students. Judging from the aura and attire of these three people, one is a military cultivator, one is a ghost cultivator, and the other is a law cultivator.

"Senior Sister!" The three saluted.

The three of them had obviously experienced a battle not long ago, and each had injuries on their bodies, but for the monks, the situation was not serious, and it would not affect the display of their own strength.

Lu Ye couldn't see the cultivation level of the three of them, and they probably didn't exceed the fifth level of Yunhe.

When all the people gathered, not counting Xia Qianqian, it happened to be five people.

move on.

After half an hour, it fell into a valley.

There were already six figures waiting in the valley, and the first one, a handsome young man, was a little dissatisfied after seeing Xia Qianqian: "Fellow Daoist Xia, it's a bit late to come."

"Stop talking nonsense, it's not time yet!" Xia Qianqian replied bluntly. Judging from the situation, the two obviously knew each other and had some grievances.

Looking left and right to make sure there is no ambush or trap, Xia Qianqian said, "How to fight? Wheel fight or scuffle fight?"

The young man smiled, "You seem to be very confident, Daoist Xia?"

"Whether you are confident or not, you will only know after you fight. Stop talking nonsense and draw a path."

The young man nodded: "Since Daoist Xia is so impatient, then don't waste time. Let's have a wheel battle and a melee battle. If there is no winner in these two games, you and I will fight again. The winner of two out of three games will win." What do you think?"

Xia Qianqian squinted at the other party, and snorted coldly: "I think your skin is itchy."

The young man smiled: "Take this valley as the battlefield."

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